My mother’s face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth birthday. A daughter in an asylum! I had done that to her. Still, she had obviously decided to forgive me.
More Sylvia Plath quotes :
It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative - whichever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it.Sylvia Plath
It seems this is an age of clever critics who keep bewailing the fact that there are no works worthy of criticism.Sylvia Plath